Feelings

I have a strange feeling in my chest,

The type you get when life's a mess.

And I try to think about the good and not the rest,

But everyday I feel like myself less and less,

I have friends, though I feel like the target of every joke,

They say they like me, I feel like that's a hoax,

With things they have they start to boast,

Everyday is a new roast.

Everyday I begin to cry,

Feeling weak as tears fill up my eyes,

And some people say “at least you saw the sun rise!”

But, that doesn't matter when you're built up in lies,

I feel like a mistake, a lie is no more than a saying,

As I cry, the pillow soaks with tears where my face is laying,

I hate that I feel like me and her aren't even dating,

Is a life worth living if there's everyone and everything hating?

In a world of apples and kisses,

Some days, there will be misses,

Yet there are people who still listen,

And some people say things and fi

x it with “I'm kidding!”